RADIO LOVE

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WARNING: I have LOTS and LOTS of grammar and spelling mistakes...sorry about that...i'll edit it someday ;)

Also, this comes from my imagination, so even if I use real places, bear in mind that things can change (like taking a plane to London from Birmingham) :)

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RADIO LOVE

Prologue

"Will you marry me?"

The day that's supposed to hold happy memories, was the one that changed my life forever.

It was the night, which my four year boyfriend, proposed to me.

Will was everything to me. Or so I thought at the time. We had been together for almost half of my life.

We were the typical high school sweethearts, went through college together, and that very night, the night he proposed, was our four-year anniversary.

If I had known that it would be the last day I'd ever lay eyes on him, I would have made things differently...

His proposal was completely surprising, due to the fact that I knew that he was afraid of commitment, we had alredy talked about it.

At first, I was a bit shocked...

"Will, what do you mean?" I mumbled after a few seconds of complete and awkward silence.

Chuckling he said, "I mean I want to marry you. I want to be with you the rest of my life, Sophie"

"But- wait, did my Dad put you up to this? Because I know how you feel about commitments, and it's ok, I mean we are moving in together in a couple of weeks, so-"

A flicker of anger flashed through his eyes. It was really fast. So sudden and fast that I must have imagined it...

Reaching from the other side of the table, he grabbed my hand and gave me a small pink box. "What's the big deal, Sohpie? We are getting married sooner or later, why not now?" Annoyance dripping from his voice.

"Well, what's the rush, Will?" I played absentmindly with my food.

This is so not the way I've pictured my marriage proposal... 

"There's no rush. I just want to do things the right way. I want to see you in your wedding dress, why is that so hard to deal with?" He said now really annoyed.

Great.

Is this the way I want to remember my proposal? Not really, I would have loved a really cheesy proposal, but the truth is, Will wasn't cheesy at all, he was the complete opposite.

I knew that he must have thought about this for a long time, so if he was ready, why not me?

"You're right, Will. Let's do it" I said. I grabbed the pink diamond ring and slide it on my finger.

"Why didn't you get on your knees?" I teased him. "I would have said yes, immediately".

"You know me, I don't like to draw too much attention to me, sorry" Will had a wry smile on his lips.

"Let's get out of here" he waved his hand to the waiter franatically, eager to leave.

After he paid the check, he held my hand and helped me get up.

A light shiver ran through my spine. Something was off...

I should feel so happy, but at the back of my mind, some kind of alarm fired up.

I couldn't but wonder, why the sudden change?

We got in the car and listened to the music on our way home. The air held a little bit of tension from the previous moments, so we both kept quiet.

The last thing I remember is turning to see Will glancing at me with a small smile on his face. Pleased.

Suddenly, there were some blinding lights in front of us and the car suddenly started spinning...

Then, blackness engulfed me...

A drunk driver crashed us that night.

I was unconscious and led to the hospital where I had to stay for almost two weeks. I had a small concussion in the head, a broken arm and a few scratches at the most, but since my Dad was the chief resident, he decided I had to stay for a few more days so I could process everything that had happened. And, mostly, because he was worried about what I could do on my own, at our house.

First, there was the shock of the car crash.

Then, there was the overwhelming sense of losing my best friend and lover.

Yes.

Will died that night.

I was completely crushed.

I loved him. Sure, we had been going through a rough patch over the last year, but we talked about it and everything was...better...

We were supposed to move in together in a few months and I was sure that was the right thing to do. We've already been together for long, so it was the natural next step.

Marriage? That was still a surprise for me...